Sunset

“I… I’m glad that my son is happy,” Lisa says, and she’s not looking at Sypha but down at her plate, her brows furrowed. “And I’m glad that he has you, but I’ve missed so much of his life. And I’ve only been gone two years. How can so much happen in just a few years? It’s like we’re strangers now, but not even five years ago we were both here and happy together, and now we’re so far apart.”She raises her eyes to look at Sypha. “If I ask him to come with us back to Whitby, he’ll say no,” she says.Sypha doesn’t see any point in denying it, nor does she want to delude Lisa. “He will.”